» Rodeo Drive. (pronounced stupidly)
On Thursday Jon and I picked up the new rental and went to Rodeo Drive, home of the unbelievably rich, if you ever want to see your true standin on the monetary/status life ladder pay it a visit. Plus incredibly over manicured ladies and even men too. Sure we have all learnt the benefits of moisturiser but when you go for a slice of pizza and the dude serving you has a French Manicure then you now the circle has turned. We seemed to get a lot of strange stares too when bopping down the street, maybe cos he has a Third Reich tattoo (hes not a Nazi) on one arm, and I have Hitlers Haircut (I’m not a Nazi), maybe it was that or maybe the fact that the rental company had decided to give us the most gay car in the world on the day I decided to floss my hot pink shirt. Oooh hello, move overrrr, tooot toot…..etc
The embarrassment factor is amped when the next day you roll to the local graff spot in an alley in East LA, and yr following a group of gold grills sporting, black tricked and tinted SUV driving, hench MSK writers. Apologies for cramping the style Sever, but we didn’t know the way on our own…..
But anyways that day we saw no graff, took no photos but still had a good time. The others went to San Diego, got hooked up by Persue with a huge wall and promptly all did the best pieces of the trip, I missed it, my fault, as they left at 4.30am I was still sleeping, and had to pick up th rental in North Hollywood so no way it was gonna work and so no pictures, look at the HA flickr tho as they have ill flicks from Cappo and some soon from LightNights®. Mad props from the crew to the gentleman Persue for the wall. Also they met a man from Nottingham, out walking his parrot….apparently.